• Even through a screen

    And four hundred miles,

    You’re so close that
    I
 can hear your voice again.

    I look at your words

    And I want to cry - 

    Remembering all the things
    
We wrote together


    That I got rid of.

    But I still have a stash
    Of your artwork
    
In the mess beneath my bed
    Or on my desk.

    And your words
    And your art
    Taught me how
    To make my own.

    You were my first friend,
    
My first colleague,

    My first mentor,

    My first love,

    And I miss you so much.

    I know that I hurt you

    And I’m sorry.
    I know that I betrayed you
    And I’m sorry.
    I know that I forgot you
    But I remember you now.

    I wish I could be with you again
    
But we’re different people here.

    You are better than you used to be

    And I am so much worse.

    And I would only hurt you.

    
Again.